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Posted on June 6, 2010 at 10:23:38 AM by Vali
 That makes two people on Shaman drunk and attempting semi-intelligent (not really) posts back and forth with each other with characters that have never met but obviously are about to. I could have picked anyone, really. Charlotte probably would have been the better of the three since Squire is too busy gawking at Levi’s pretty wings and Charlotte’s trying to pick a fight with Adonis while avoiding the obvious eye-fucking going on with Blake on the beach. Vali? Well, I will never tell you where he is right now but I pray for all the innocent children out there to stay very far away from the room he’s in in the adjacent plot. And yes, we did remember the rules. No, we aren’t using condoms. Sorry. But, because I can and because it’s happened here before and because out of all of them he’s the only one that’s magnificent enough to give Poppy something to do even while she’s passed out…Vali is the guy who enters this setting rather unceremoniously, drawn by the scent of liquor and the sound of someone breathing. Vali, of course, if he really was who he still thinks he is, would have already introduced a fourteenth, fifteenth, maybe sixteen-seventeen-eighteenth curse by now and would have thrown demon lice into it as well. Genital herpes outbreaks would be, at this point, a saving grace from the things he would have done. Losing whatever logical human intelligence that he had and simply becoming a heathen is something he was already prepared to do upon entry to Shaman. For some stupid reason (and it’s probably because Luz is completely undone by Crown Royal and Diet Coke while taking hydrocodone for his bullet-wound-in-femur-from-a-month-ago-stint) Vali seems to think that Poppy is out for Sasha. Sasha is his. His alone. And while the two of them have absolutely nothing to do with one another at this particular point in time (Vali doesn’t believe so – but then again his brain is more meatballs than neurons right now just bumbling about like loose tits on a grandma) …Anyway, He sees Poppy. He sees Penguin. He’s running. He’s running fast at them. People don’t stir when they hear him if only because what happens after that is so quick and sudden that no one even knew this handsome godly beautiful sexy amazing creature thing ran into the room… And tripped on the rug… And squeaked a very unmanly squeak… And starts to shrink while flailing still… Really, anyone awake at this point would be laughing but as I said, it’s a very short two seconds that all of these fancy words are explaining. He’s still flailing…still shrinking. And at last, the man lands on top of Poppy, between her eyes with a heavy thud, this small insignificant wooden bird toy having attacked her without ever meaning to. Hi Poppy. Meet Vali. He’s much scarier in person. ...there is blood on my hands, is it mine? some of it. |
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